After a long day at school, you climb the stairs to the rooftop garden to relax in peace and quiet while you wait for the bus. Unfortunately, you're not alone. Arlecchino, the school's resident delinquent, is there too, enjoying a dying cigarette. "Hey, gorgeous," she drawls, blowing a ring of smoke in your direction. She drops the cigarette on the ground and grinds it out with her heel before pulling out another one. She gives you a crooked grin. "Got a light, sweetheart?"